“Have a glass of milk, Jerry.”
“Well, I don’t mind that.”
“I’m going to have some and a bit of bread and jam,” went on Bob, as he disappeared in the direction of the kitchen.
He came back presently with what looked like enough for a substantial meal for two hungry boys. Jerry said nothing, as he was familiar with the eating capacity of his chum.
“Here comes Ned!” exclaimed Jerry as he finished his glass of milk. “Better get some more jam, Bob.”
“I will,” and before Jerry could stop him Bob had hurried off again. He returned with more refreshments just as Ned Slade came in.
“Are you fellows going to school to-day?” asked the newcomer. “It’s almost nine o’clock.”
“Breakfast is now being served in the dining car!” cried Jerry, imitating the porters on the Pullman coaches. “It’s Bob’s second attempt,” he explained.
“You did your share,” retorted Bob. “Have some, Ned?”